Is truth pervasive?
The noble voice asked
Sin once committed
Has every plea masked
Yet Man who has not sinned
And still has it implied
Is a poor, poor way
To truly have died
This death breaches peace
And this death breaches mind
This death is uncouth
Even to the most kind
Polonius framed Hamlet
As Portia framed Shylock
This death has reached yet
Every land and dry dock
Pity these fools,
For even princes are not exempt
From the claws of creatures
That hold the truth in contempt.
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